Once was a Moore. <br />Some eleven score <br />Has passed <br />Since we saw the last <br />Of Edward <br />Who, some thought untoward <br />With his way with words <br />As one of the bards <br />Who used <br />Some say abused, <br />The family of muses <br />Without the usual excuses. <br />For he had a grander scheme <br />A vision of how things might have been <br />As he wrote what the market would allow <br />And with a furrowed brow <br />Composed lines of prose and poetry <br />That appealed to the female gentry. <br /> <br />Writing for the parlor crowd <br />That read poetry out-loud <br />To the amusement <br />And the betterment <br />Of women <br />(That's right women) <br />Who had not the right to vote <br />So hiding behind their petticoat <br />They manipulated the men of the hour <br />To do their bidding (while in flower) <br />Thus living what is said to be <br />The 'Life of Raleigh'* <br /> <br />If you want to know Moore <br />You'll find there isn't much in store <br />Other than what Sam Johnson penned <br />When he collected the writings of other men. <br /> <br />Alas, of Edward Moore <br />There's not more. <br /> <br />****** <br />* Also life of Riley or life of Reilly. If it's the good life you want, this is you best choice, but if it's not so good (remember Sir Walter lost his head) , then perhaps it's something to dread.<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tribute-to-edward-moore/
